That cutie pie
On the swivel chair
From the catalog
Is quite something,
Is she not?
She could curl up in a couch,
Or in a chair -- maybe,
And so easy
To fall in love with, no?
Who put the catalog in one's hand?
Was it fate?
Oh my queen
Of page eighty-five
You are the template
Of my dream.
Love,
Marriage,
Baby-carriage,
That's where we're
Gonna be at
Let's get it poppin' girl
I'll call that Spanish
Photo-taker
Right away
Just hope you're sober
So we can spend
Quality time together.
[Poem based on the episode of The Office I'm listening to right now]
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